Masses of honey and golden hair spill over slender shoulders. My face is delicate with high cheek bones and gleeming saphire eyes. My lips are full and glossy pink. My skin flawless translucent. Body sleek like a herlit, and as wild as the wind that stirs the forest trees. Though I may look like a fragile flower on the outside, looks can sometimes be deceiving...Untamable......Undeniably beautiful.....Unmerciful.....Unpredictable.....
Many have asked me how it came to be that I live in the Northern Forest. I simply tell them, "I found more satisfaction in an arrow finding its mark than a spindle fat with fine threads."
My story is untold.
Although I am not as powerful in close combat, I am skilled with the bow and can send a stream of arrows at my oppoent, each fired with a seemingly careless precision. My bow is beautifully carved to fit only my hand. I am also skilled in hunting, growing herbs and making potions, lotions, and healing salves.
Weakness. I despise it in all its forms. There is nothing worse, no other evil I can imagine. As such I will have none of it. Not in my life, ever. Be it man, woman, slave, courage and strength can exist in all. That I will accept. There is no room to be tolerant. Which is why I am where I am now. Here nothing exists that does not have the sheer will to survive. To live. Defy what notions of a woman should be, and live as I wish to. As I can. If you come looking for me, and find me, I say this to you. Hold your head up high, so that I get a clean shot. Avoid needless suffering.
There is something seductive about a woman who knows what she desires and is unafraid to confess as much. And there is something rare about a woman prepared to take risk to win her desire.